I think in a former life I was a chickpea.
I really do. That little bean makes its way into so many dishes of mine, we’re like besties.
Last Saturday, I met up with my other bestie for a mother-daughter Target date. Upon her arrival, she caught me stuffing my face with this open faced sandwich. “I just have to eat something before we go…” I mumbled. I was tired. I had low blood sugar. Slightly hung-over. There was no way I was doing a power-shop at Target on an empty stomach. I would’ve come back with all kinds of junk that I normally don’t eat (and possibly a scarf).
I think she needed some fuel too….